already feeling the tug from the strings of detachment.
resist, but with what?


space.
the region beyond the earth's atmosphere or beyond the solar system.
dark and empty, beyond reach.


why did i give the go-ahead?
i know i wont come out of this better.


leaving as quick as it came.
as hazy as the first morning under the sheets.


i'm still sending the package, if it counts for anything at all.


why on earth
cant you just pick up the phone
you know i dont like to be alone
how come you dont call me anymore.

perfection at 12:07 AM